It's watermelon weather, that summer kind of weather,When people get together and sing;It's the time of year the stars seem to dance with laughter, And the moon's so big and ripe, it can hardly climb,Bright as a dime.

So why don't you meander to your best girl's veranda,And sorta kinda hand her the ring?For it's the sweetheart kissin' season, And all the world's in rhyme,When it's water - melon, sweet love tell - in' time.

This is the time to sing this kind of purdy little dittyA-walkin' along an' singin' a song an' clinging to someone purdy,The type of a tune to go with the moonThat's sailin' along a way on high!

Af - ter strollin' a while, for maybe a mile,Remember to stop an' pop the ques - tion!If your timin' is right, your future is bright,As bright as a water - m[Bm7-5]elon sky!An' then when you found a bench for two,Fou found your cue to lingerThe chance you sought, to show what you bought,

You happily thought to bring her,To cinch the thing, you give her the ring,You purchased from the five an' dime!Take her in your arms an' whisper that you are mine all mine,With that line to sell, I'm here to tell,That you'll do[Bm7-5] well in wa - ter - mel - on time!

For it's the sweetheart kissin' season, And all the world's in rhyme,When it's water - melon, sweet love tell - in' time.